Ava
My eyes don’t know where to look. I try to pry them away from the core-clenching visual displayed in front of me, but no matter how much my brain signals for my eyes to shift their focus to something less stimulating, they refuse to budge.
Every inch of Hugo’s glistening, panty-drenching body is on display, and by every inch, I mean every goddamn rock-hard inch. Other than an Air Force squadron tattoo on the lower half of his left arm, the remainder of his skin is untouched, wet, and completely exposed to my overeager eyes.
Ripples of muscles, throbbing veins, and a small trail of hair that flows down the middle of his stomach to join the trimmed patch of dark hair displayed above his… I gulp as the temperature in the room becomes stifling.
My focus from his impressively sized erect cock diverts to his face when, “Ava,” comes sounding from his apprehensive voice.
He tilts his head to the side as his eyes bulge. He appears utterly surprised to see me.Did Jorgie not tell him I was coming?On numerous occasions the past few months, I informed Jorgie my childish crush on Hugo matured and moved on. But no matter how confident my declaration was, she continued to plead for us to get together. Last week, I succumbed to her hormonal pleas.
“Hey, Hugo,” I reply, internally battling not to squirm from his avid gaze.
I’ve grown up a lot since my eyes last absorbed the hunk of a man in front of me. But his piercing blue eyes and well-carved face still sets my pulse racing. Hugo was my very first childhood crush, but since he was the epitome of every girl’s walking fantasy, my high school crush never amounted to anything more than awkward glances, drunken kisses, and the occasional embarrassing attempts at flirting with the corny one-liners I picked up from the Cosmo magazines I sneakily read while my mother purchased groceries at our local supermarket. No matter how often I batted my eyelashes or pursed my lips in that duck face pose only the Kardashians can make look sexy, Hugo only ever saw me as a friend… unless he was drunk.
But from the thickness of his cock standing tall and proud, and the rugged smirk etched on his mouth, I'd say he has noticed a few changes I’ve made the past few years.It’s a pity his craved attention is years too late.
Releasing shallow breaths to cool my overheated body, I bob down to gather the bottle of beer resting at my feet. The slickness of sweat misting my body thickens when my quick movements in my ridiculously high stilettos cause me to tumble. My eyes bulge when I land on my knees and come face to face with Hugo’s crotch. One inch closer and I would have lost an eye.
Great position, Ava. Two minutes in his presence and you’re already on your knees in a begging pose. Can anyone say “Loser?”
Swallowing the meteor lodged in the middle of my throat, I lift my mortified eyes to Hugo. A confident smirk is carved on his ruggedly handsome face, his eyes blazing with mischief. My breathing deepens to a ragged gasp when I catch sight of his cock twitching in the corner of my eye. His penis is beautiful. Thick, long, heavily veined, and cut.Perfect!
Suddenly, like the sun peering out from a dark cloud, lucidity forms in Hugo’s gleaming eyes.
“Shit, sorry,” he mumbles as his eyes bounce around the kitchen, looking for something he can use to cover himself.
When his avid gaze comes up empty, he lowers his hands down in front of his crotch, only just concealing the salivating view from my sight. With both of his hands occupied vainly maintaining his dignity, I scramble off the floor.
Blowing a wayward strand of wavy hair from the front of my eye, I attempt to hand the froth-topped bottle of beer to Hugo. A snarl curls on my lips when he doesn’t attempt to remove the bottle from my clasp.
He bites on the corner of his bottom lip as his eyes lock with mine. “Unless you want another visual of my,” he coughs, clearing his throat, “cock, I can’t accept it.”
The brash grin on his mouth lifts higher when I hesitate for only the slightest second before placing the beer on the kitchen countertop at my side. I can’t help it. I’ve never been quick-witted, and my brain is barely functioning after absorbing the awe-inspiring visual in front of me.
Just as quickly as the temperature in the room rose, awkward tension invades the air between us. We stand across from each other, staring but not speaking. It is the quietest we’ve ever been in each other’s presence. During high school, Hugo and I were as opposite as they came in the popularity rankings, but I still classed him as a friend.
The gaucheness plaguing our small gathering gets a moment of reprieve when the sound of a car honking wails through the kitchen, closely followed by Jorgie’s soft voice. “Hugo, come and help me with the bags.”
I shift my eyes to glance out the kitchen window. Jorgie is waddling away from the driver’s side door of her beat-up old Honda to the trunk. She is huddled under a lopsided yellow umbrella that is miserably failing at keeping her dry from the downpour of rain.
Drifting my eyes back to Hugo, I say. “I’ll go and help Jorgie?” My tone makes my statement come out more as a question than a confirmation.
“Alright,” he replies, his voice deep and tempting. “You do that, and I’ll go and get dressed.”
I hunch my shoulders. “If you want to; you know, whatever suits you,” I reply, trying to pretend I’m not affected by his nakedness.
His heavy, hooded gaze rakes the length of my body before it lifts to settle on my eyes. “Seeing naked men a regular occurrence for you now, Ava?” he queries.
I purse my lips and return his stare. “I am a doctor.”
Sheesh! Here comes the stupid one-liners. I'm a dentist. The only thing I'm stripping naked is a tooth cavity, not hot-blooded men.
Lifting my hand, I shelter my face from the smile that morphs onto Hugo’s face.
“Well, in that case,” he mutters, grabbing the beer off the counter with one hand and using his spare hand to crack it open, leaving himself completely exposed.
My pupils enlarge to the size of saucers as my saliva glands work overtime, but I somehow manage to maintain his eye contact. Although, the internal battle not to drop my eyes is the hardest fight I’ve ever endured. My chin quivers when our combat merges onto a dangerous battlefield riddled with landmines when the contents of his beer fizz over the neck of the bottle.
